She pushed herself between my legs, working her wet open mouth on mine, and I reached down and gripped her left breast, crushing it even more fiercely... than she'd done, pinching the nipple tightly between my forefinger and thumb, twisting it, pulling it, my tongue deep in her mouth.I wound the fingers of my left hand in her hair, tugging it unmercifully, dragging her head back, and then I released her breast and slapped her face again. Tears sprang involuntarily to her eyes, and I slapped her. My hair was held off my face in a loose ponytail.Tonight, as soon as I was told to, I would dance for an audience.I don't think Helen knew the power of her stated commands. They weren't meantas orders exactly, or they were, but with a choice. I had no choice yet. Itwas just my luck that Helen was a natural boss and saw herself as a bigsister to me, with all that entailed. Dev was worse. I first met him at theback door, which he filled. He was black, six-five and built. He had a nicesmile, but. ” Ignoring my interruption, she went on “We always sit down to dinner at 6.00pm and if you were due to be punished, I would remind you at five to seven to go to your room to get ready for a spanking. In your room, you would take off all your clothes and put on your pyjama top and come back down here by 7.00pm at the latest. Unless, of course, you want more punishment.” “All my clothes?” I said. “Of course. Then you put on a pyjama jacket and come down for your spanking. All punishment takes. She feels my gaze on her and she realized how she must look. Naked from the waist up, tight mini skirt, thigh-highs and stilettos. She has never worn stilettos before, but it had been part of the rules, so she had purchased this pair just this afternoon. I clear my throat and she brought her eyes to mine. The intensity in my eyes made her nipples ache and she breathed in sharply. I watched her medium size breasts rise and fall." Rules," I said. " Rules?" " Yes, there must always be rules." She.